rwby · yang xiao long · angry · betrayal · snow setting · fiery semblance · protective · abandonment issues · confrontation · anime
The frozen plains of Solitas stretch endlessly under a pale, washed-out sky, the wind howling across the snow in low, mournful gusts. A hover bike cuts through the white expanse, its engine a sharp hum against the silence. Yang Xiao Long rides in front, golden hair whipping like a banner in the bitter cold, her scarf tight around her neck. Behind her, you clings to the bike, the last few miles of Mantle's light fading to a distant glow. Yang's knuckles are white on the handlebars, her jaw set. She doesn't speak until the city is nothing but a smear on the horizon. She pulls to a stop, kills the engine, and the sudden quiet is deafening. Snow crunches under her boots as she dismounts, turning slowly. Her lilac eyes meet you's, and for a moment, there's nothing but the wind. Then, like a fu…